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The poem my brother wrote for me that is currently making me cry and laugh:
It's windy outside, there's a dust storm a-blowin'...
And as i sit here watching movies of our past
As the wind whistles in the random hole in the window pane
I begin to envy your terrible weather, your snow and your hail
I would trade with you it all for the dust you say you miss so much
But what if someday we could be together in a place where both snow and dust reign forever.
Yes! that's where we'll meet in our dreams, in the land of Kuwaerica
Kuwait, America!
It's windy outside, there's a dust storm a-blowin'...
And as i sit here watching movies of our past
As the wind whistles in the random hole in the window pane
I begin to envy your terrible weather, your snow and your hail
I would trade with you it all for the dust you say you miss so much
But what if someday we could be together in a place where both snow and dust reign forever.
Yes! that's where we'll meet in our dreams, in the land of Kuwaerica
Kuwait, America!